Day 295 Tribute

Saturday afternoon: ‘I just got the news a couple of hours ago, that one of my classmates from grammar school committed suicide. We went to the same primary school and set next to each other on the Russian classes. I remember once we were asked to say our mother's name in Russian. When it came to his term, he said at that moment he couldn't remember. He got booed out by many, but I remember thinking how extraordinary it was of him to admit it, without any shame or embarrassment. Later on in grammar school where he was in the maths specialist class while I did English, I saw him many times reading maths questions and told the result without much thinking. I remember someone saying g once it was pure luck. I think he was smarter than any of us, but not following the rigour of maths solutions slipped though the recognition web.’ It's been busy again, rushing around, holding anger back, trying to analyse anxiety and relapses of sadness for many reasons. But the sun is shining through the clouds.